hey you kids
Huh. I didn't realize how strange that last blog entry was. Oh well. I'll leave it there anyway.
But here's something different, and it still comes from my very own strange grey matter. This is all very pleasant, though. It's from a dream I recall from last week. I dreamt about Bomma. For those who don't know, that is what the Parker cousins called our Grandma. I dreamt that I came home and Bomma had left a message on the answering machine. It was very Bomma-like. My mom got a kick out of it when I told her about it. Bomma said, in her way, "Where are you kids? Where are we going to have Thanksgiving this year? Have you kids figured that out yet? I thought I would get one of those turkeys on sale at Cub."
She hasn't called back since, but I suspect she might call again soon, because good heaven's, what on earth will we do for X-mas? Ham? Lamb? Beef tenderloin?